Bathing Beauty

I, Her sentinel, as she bathes by silver moonlight, Junoesque the silhouette,
Sumptuous curves, voluptuous breasts, preeminent femininity.
I watch as she splashes in the water, inspired, filled with affinity
Her shelter and refuge, I will be, ever vigilant, she my crowning rosette.

I am master of all I see, because of her I am envied by all
Four wonderful children, a caring home, a vivacious dutiful wife.
Empyrean grace, dancing in the sandy shallows, for joys of life
Her rapture is full and overflowing, to her I will serve as a thrall

The desert zephyr cools the night, relief from the sun baked day
Then whirls across the rippling lake, joyous in her frolic.
The scene before me gives meaning, making my life Bucolic,
Her trust and love for me revealed by her mirthful play.

Running toward me breasts swaying, her laughter gratifies in it I bask,
Is there more to life than this, nay, nothing more conceivable for a man to ask.